Chapter 120: Unexpected (Part 2)

The magician was very unwilling to give up. The black fire of the Demon Prison, which was about to end in more than ten minutes, survived for twenty minutes with his special blessing! The black fire waves kept rolling and surging on the ring, just like a irritable and angry regional demon dragon hidden under the black flames!

With a crisp "pop", the magic crystal stone in the magician's hand exhausted its magic power and shattered it into a piece of crystal. The magician couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Without the support of magic power, the black flames unwillingly restrained their territory and slowly retreated from the ring. Finally, they condensed into a thread of fire, and with a hissing sound, they all tightened under the ground.

The magician was extremely depressed and turned around and walked off the ring without saying a word. People saw a hint of heat coming from the arm guard on the ring, but there was still a green light on the metal disc below.

"Wow wow wow wow..." A piece of applause rang out. Level 11 magic is not very high, but it is a work that has been refined in such a short time. The ability to achieve this has already impressed most of the alchemists present.

Of course, most of this does not include a group of people led by Thomas Lieber. The old master vaguely felt something was wrong and was pinching his eyebrows with his fingers thinking. If, if it is not sure, he will lose this gambling tool, what can I get out of here?

"Master, Master..." Arnald shouted softly, but Lieber didn't react at all. He gently pushed the old master. Thomas Lieber suddenly woke up: "Well, what's wrong?" He looked around, and everyone stared at him: "What's wrong?" Arnald said: "Master, that fire magician is a level 11 magician. Do you think you are going to the magic system to ask a level 12 magician to help?"

Thomas Lieber then reacted, and waved his hand: "Go and go." A staff member ran away quickly. The two arenas are not far apart, and not long after, a 12-level fire magician from the Ancient Demon Academy was invited to come.

Before coming, the magician was called by Dean Rulankolor himself and told him in person: Don't make things difficult for Ge Zheng. Although he didn't understand why the dean had to take care of Dongsheng's desolate residence, the Doomsday God of Dharma was the main god in the Ancient Demon Academy. No one dared not to listen to his words, and Pierra, the twelve-level fire magician, did not dare to do so.

After all, they came to help. Although Thomas Lieber was arrogant, he still stood up and greeted him.

Pierra looked at Ge Zheng, and everyone had met at the foot of Lita Volcano. This is the place where the 12-level fire magician didn't understand: Everyone had a holiday, why did the dean still help him?

Pierra guessed that the boy was not simple and wanted to take the opportunity to make a relationship. However, he was invited to be the referee, so it was difficult to please Ge Zheng in front of so many people. He calmed his face, held his head up and walked onto the arena.

The Ancient Demon Academy is worthy of being a famous academy with a long tradition of magic. Pierra stood on the ring, and a ball of flames in her hand jumped, jumping three times in a row, and suddenly turned into a flame wand.

"Oriental Hellfire!" With Pierre's deep call, cracks suddenly cracked on the ground of the ring. They were space cracks, and they were not real existences and on the ring. The passage to the far east purgatory was opened, and flames skeletons climbed out of the cracks. They surrounded them layer by layer, spewing out a series of blazing flames at the arm guard!

This magic is among the top three in the twelve-level magic. The alchemists who support Ge Zheng below are even more unhappy, and some have even begun to scold loudly.

When the adventurers heard this, they found that there were so many tricks and immediately joined the condemnation.

Thomas Lieber looked at the staff member who called Pierre with approval, meaning that this matter was done well. The staff member received a compliment for no reason and touched his head, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.

When the people on the side saw the fire in the ring, they couldn't help but sigh that the teacher of the Ancient Demon Academy was amazing. The thousands of years of magic tradition was indeed extraordinary: look at this momentum, this power!

Pierre secretly looked at it. No one saw through his tricks. Fortunately, there were adventurers and alchemists around him. Not many people were proficient in magic, otherwise it might have been wrong. In order to make the performance more realistic, the Oriental Hellfire, which had only lasted for about ten minutes, was twice as long as Pierre. The blazing flames burned for twenty minutes, and dozens of flames, skeletons, and the fire dragons were loyal to the fire dragons for twenty minutes.

Seeing the complicated eyes of people under the ring, Pierre was happy: OK, let's finish the work.

He slowly withdrew his hands, the cracks in the earth rumbling closed, and the flame skeleton and dragon disappeared. Although the ground on the ring had been treated with anti-wear, it was still slightly deformed.

The people under the ring were shocked: under such a powerful level 12 magic, Ge Zheng's arm guard was safe and sound, and the light on the metal disc was still green!

"This is impossible!"

"Oh my God, I saw a miracle!"

There was a lot of discussion below, and Thomas Lieber's face was so ugly. But the magician obviously tried his best, who could he blame? Pierre looked at the reactions of all parties, and no one suspected that he was cheating, that's fine.

The Eastern Hellfire is indeed a powerful magic that can rank among the top three among all the twelve-level magic, but Pierre is a top magician at the twelve-level magician, and it is a piece of cake to control the power of magic. This Eastern Hellfire looks vigorous and amazing. In fact, 80% of the power of the entire magic is applied to the ground of the ring, rather than the target to be tested - the arm guard.

How dare he not listen to Rulancolor's instructions? If he really dared to use the twelve-level Eastern Hellfire to burn Ge Zheng's arm guard, I'm afraid that after he goes back, the Doomsday God will dare to use the thirteen-level "Doomsday God Punishment" to burn his butt. Pierre happily made a play, pleased him everywhere, and he would not offend anyone, which was extremely smooth.

"This is impossible!" This sentence was said by Ge Zheng himself. What good works can be refined in two hours? Ge Zheng knew very well that the magic defense ability of his works could barely reach the level 11 level. The island limited the power of flame magic, so he survived that "Demon Prison Black Fire". The twelve-level Eastern Hell Fire could not resist it. But what happened in front of him also felt incredible. That move "Oriental Hell Fire" really burned for twenty minutes!

"Ahem..." Pierre coughed a few times and said apologetically: "I'm so sorry that Pierre is incompetent and cannot identify the ultimate defensive power of this work. But in my opinion, it will be difficult to test its true power level unless the dean personally checks it." Since he has helped cheat, just give him another move. Pierre is a good person who has done it to the end.

"However, it seems that there is no need for this. Master Ge must have won this game. Master Ge has refined such an excellent work in just two hours. Pierre admired it!" His performance was vivid, and even Ge Zheng almost thought he was real.

Everyone saw that the twelve-level Eastern Hellfire had no choice but to Ge Zheng's arm guard. Arnald stood beside Thomas Lieber and asked quietly: "Master, does this power test still need to continue?" It has reached this point, and continuing it will be like bringing humiliation to himself. Thomas Lieber waved his hand gently, and thought of losing the gambling game, Thomas Lieber suddenly got ten years older.

This is not just a bet. As Thomas Lieber, he temporarily replaced him to participate in the academy exchange competition. If he did not win the championship of the Alchemy Department Tutor in four games, it would be a shame. But now, before it was my turn to play, he had already lost one game.

This bet also includes an apology - is there any need to say that the person he offended must be Ge Zheng, who else can he apologize to besides him?

The only alchemist on Thomas Lieber who can be compared with Parachelsus on the continent, wanted to apologize for a young boy. Just thinking about it, he felt so uncomfortable that he felt as if there was a knife in his heart.

The two waves of his hand also seemed particularly heavy, as if the old master who was still energetic just now had lost all his strength in an instant. "Then, is it declared that Ge Zheng won?" Arnald asked this question, and waited for more than a minute before he saw Thomas Lieber slung his head stiffly.

Arnald stood up and announced loudly: "The winner of this alchemist contest is Ge Zheng!" The moment the voice fell, the adventurers cheered, and the alchemists who supported Ge Zheng also shouted. Even those originally neutral alchemists were impressed by Ge Zheng's superb skills and applauded him with laughter. However, Ge Zheng felt that this victory was somewhat reasonable and unexpected. He looked back at Pierre, and happened to meet the twelve-level magician Han Xiao nodded at him, with a strange light in his eyes. Ge Zheng felt that there was something wrong with it. But now is not the time. After today, find an opportunity to ask him.

I don’t know who shouted: “Old thing, fulfill your promise and apologize!” It was obviously an adventurer. No one would call Thomas Lieber so disrespectfully.

With this angry shout, the adventurers started to make a fuss together and soon shouted in an orderly manner: "Apology, apology, apology..."

Although Dibby lost the game, he seemed relieved. He let out a sigh and said to himself: "I'll say, someone is going to be unlucky, tsk, devil alchemist, fortunately it's not me who is unlucky..."
Chapter completed!